Christ Is Risen And All Is Right In The World

Christ Is Risen And All Is Right In The World

We stood at the window and watched on Easter Sunday as great-nieces and nephews, bundled in winter coats on the first day of April, scrambled for hidden eggs. Arms linked through basket handles, they ran or toddled through the mud, leaning into the wind and dodging...
I Turned My Face Toward Him and It Was Good

I Turned My Face Toward Him and It Was Good

There was nothing “good” about it. Nothing to make me say “yes, I want to do this again.” Until it was over and we walked into the late evening sunshine, silent, blinking away the dark of the tomb, walking toward what we knew would come. Toward...